The man looks her over to see that she's all right — spooked perhaps, like a little deer, but otherwise not too out of sorts. Reaching gloved hands up to adjust his own mask, settling its position across the upper part of his face, Edward's brow furrows at that. He's a severe man, though not harsh. There's a softness to his eyes, lashes long — even feminine — pools brown, sorrowful. The severity is more to his own self, a certain inclination to keep himself steadfast.
To keep his head from ever becoming caught in the clouds.
"I am sorry to intrude upon your thoughts." He isn't much of a conversationalist, but he thinks perhaps he owes more of an explanation as to his mishap. "It's these masks, they obscure the vision. Silly things, aren't they?"
"In a way, isn't that the point of these balls? To obscure the vision, if only for a night." She's grateful for the masks. For the anonymity they provide. If anyone spotted her, recognized her as the Judge's ward, she'd be doomed. So she'll keep her mask.
"You're not intruding. Not really. Or at least -- I don't mind it."
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Date: 2020-09-03 05:18 am (UTC)To keep his head from ever becoming caught in the clouds.
"I am sorry to intrude upon your thoughts." He isn't much of a conversationalist, but he thinks perhaps he owes more of an explanation as to his mishap. "It's these masks, they obscure the vision. Silly things, aren't they?"
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Date: 2020-09-09 09:32 am (UTC)"You're not intruding. Not really. Or at least -- I don't mind it."